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Because I’m not the luckiest person in the world, and I know better than to assume the dead don’t come back to haunt you.
I’m pretty sure confetti exploded from my ovaries as he set her gently on her feet.
Call it dinner. Call it a date. Call it research for a book. Call it whatever the hell you want, Finn. Whatever it was between us, I miss it.”